STEEMIT STORY ( The sadness of losing you)

albertoguerrero (17)in #writing • 7 years ago

It's been a long time since I saw you for the first time. On such a special day, they made me smile, it was raining a little and a soft cold covered the streets of Norway. A strong wind raised my scarf and did not look forward, I stumbled on the edge of the street, and fell face-first to the ground, try to get up but I could not, I had hurt my ankle, when he looked up, he was a angel fallen from the sky, had delicious lips, a little purple, by the weather, but what captivated me most, was when he ran the lock of hair that covered his eyes, I moved to another place where there are no sadness, for a I did not know about him, nor did he, I was hypnotized, not because of her beauty, it was something that he had, I think it was that sweet scent of pink flowers in spring, and there is no doubt that what captivated me most was his hair.
I am facing this hypocritical mirror, and I criticize him day after day, by his absence, he was not the same again, a hair that was jet-black, gray, for me ..., I comb every morning to return his beauty , but it's impossible.
He said that, that was the most beautiful moment of our lives, and remember it as if it were yesterday, is that, everything happened so fast. He was a businessman and he was constantly traveling, and there were times when we did not see each other, but every instant our skins made contact and our lips met, it was the most wonderful thing anyone could experience.
That day, he held out his hand to me, but I told him that I could not walk, he took me in his arms and took me to my apartment. Although he was far away he did not refuse, he was strong and had big arms and chest, I felt mounted in a cotton cloud and I did not want to go down for anything in the world. As we walked, I could not stop looking at his manly face, he noticed that he was looking at him and looked back, distressed, I bowed his head, he looked back and smiled, I also smiled and closed my eyes and let me go.
If I told you when it hurts, if I told you how much I need to feel his kisses and bear hugs, if everything was like yesterday, if you knew that it was my fault, that he ... you would hate me, of course, I ask for your forgiveness ... and I hope you understand why I did it, you are hard, I have cried so much, but so much, and I have not been able to cure this immense pain. Sometimes I think about taking my life, to find the cure of my misfortune, but I remember the last thing he said to me, and I just let time pass and take me to find us again.
I had been out of work and had been in the veil for two days, and several friends advised him to rest before leaving, but he loved me so much that he did not want to wait to see me on the way home, he drove very fast and in the middle of the road, the dream overcame its forces, did not realize that the traffic light of the train was red, did not stop and the disaster happened, the accident happened at midnight, and the next day the phone rang, hearing the news, I dropped the phone and ran quickly through my jacket and my keys, drove quickly to the hospital, wanted to see him and know that he was fine, the doctor only said that he had suffered an accident and gave me no indication of his condition.
I went to the hospital and just wanted to see him, the doctor told me where the room was. Just to see it broke my soul, was all bandaged and wounds in his beautiful face, had not woken up yet, I stayed with him and asked him not to leave me for nothing, but he seemed to not listen to me, the hours passed and it became night, the dream overcame me, and the next day when I woke up, he was watching me as he slept, I got up and kissed him, I felt great joy, I asked him how he felt and he told me that he felt a little dizzy and his head ached, the days went by, and several tests, not very encouraging, had several relapses, and I felt that the doctor was hiding something from us.
One day I walked into the room and he said he had something very discouraging to tell us. Kyle told him to be honest. The doctor told us that his condition would not improve, that he had very serious wounds that he had not been able to heal and that the spine was badly damaged and he would be quadriplegic. The news seemed to hurt me more than he, he was not talking for several hours, only tears that crossed his face, I understood his pain and said nothing. Days passed and began to lose sensitivity and in his hands and feet, there were organs in his body that stopped working, had to use artificial respiration, in every look and word he said he saw how much he was suffering, but regardless of anything , I turned to the strong and tried to smile for him, this moment I also have it engraved in my memory as if it were yesterday, the headaches that gave him were unbearable, his skin was rotting because of the lack of mobility, he told me that I got up, wanted to say something in my ear, I did not want the other nurse to listen, what she told me broke my soul, and only those last words rest in my mind every moment of my life. I ran out of the room I went to a park near the hospital, my life had been destroyed in the blink of an eye, after several hours being reasoned and thinking what he told me, I made a decision, I was not going to do it. When I got to his room, I had lost my voice and I had entered a coma, from that moment I knew I had to do it, wait for the right moment, when he and I were alone, I took him by the hand, and I told him that I loved him as a nobody in the world and I kissed her on those dry lips. he took away the oxygen he was given, and the pulsations began to diminish, until his heartbeats were zero. The doctors came and took me out of the way and tried to revive it, but it was too late, after that I was taken to prison, but I was referred to a psychiatric hospital for my faculties. Today only his memory and his last words remain: "I love you and I know you too, but you must free me from this stormy suffering." END.